You and Johnny were happy. Talking about marriage and children, engaged and in a house. But you always had that little bug in your brain telling you weren’t happy, and you listened. If you couldn’t be happy then, then why try to be happy in the first place?

You packed your things in the middle of the night and left. Changed your name and moved to the middle of nowhere. You just disappeared. Until he found you.

“Dominic, open this door!” Johnny screams, banging on your front door.